My journey to Iceland in 2016 was a lesson in humility. We arrived during one of the harshest winters since the 1930s, facing weather that was as relentless as it was beautiful. While the storms often dictated photographic choice, they also provided a rare, moody atmosphere. I walked away with a deep respect for the North and a few fleeting moments of Aurora luck. These few images are a testament to my battle with the weather — and a perfect excuse for a return trip!